Shrunken Poems - Poems about Shrunken

In the book nook I found it— a face no bigger than my palm, leathered and silent, its eyes forever pressed shut against whatever it had seen. Grandma said a missionary friend brought it back from a place where spirits walk in daylight. On the dining room window sill, a dozen squat green strangers kept their spines to themselves— silent travelers from the Southwest when my dad...

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None of my shrunken heads are happy the tribal chief said. Was he not quite upside up in his own oversized head? Did he not know that most skulls do not like to be shrunk? Maybe he said it because he was a tiny bit drunk? The last batch I made came out happy and gay. I am so irritated...

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The evil stepmother, hostile attitude ...

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Imagine how small our heads will be when they replace the brain with an AI chip. ©7/21/2023...

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the sun struggles to get out of bed on dismal gray days we shrink from each other lower our heads...

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Sadness within me is my skald, Ignorant world, taunting my afterworld, Why is my soul in this soil pinfold... The sky is filled with dark enshroud, Am dumbstruck, thunderstorms cloud... Love is an unloved harken, The heart in me, a shrunken token... Fey reliquary in the sand, Buffing the defoliated leaves off my land, She lay her tears on my heartland......

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Communication explosion's legacy ~ shrunken, annoying world ...

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It's date night once again, almost near the witching hour You dread the dimming of the light, as the clock chimes the midnight strike Half-hearted display of staged re-enactments of bygone semi-passionate days Youthful days in the rearview, both bodies not looking like they used to So you pop the pill Viagra, still no artificial desire erected Another impotent plea for forgiveness, in the bedroom chamber...

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Shrunken By Half At work my time is spent Again, energy I expend To work is quite okay had there a room to play. I’m fan belt on rollers Stretched to all the limit Lusting cents and dollars- It’s true I must admit. Half of me am family Whom to spare its time To Love and not be wily In every adverse clime. Half of the other part; work...

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A pile of bones sleeps next to me. A deflated figure of someone I used to know. I don't think she knows I've noticed her metamorphosis because she still looks fat in her tired eyes. I see the dinner she lets sit cold on her plate and the exercises she submits her weak body to every...

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It wasn't that she couldn't read It was just instructions she failed to heed For on the back was a washing label 100% fact, 0% fable Perhaps she thought it was a lie "Drip dry" "Drip dry" "Drip dry" Before they were washed the fit was roomy And I would say it's safe to assumey That deep within her Christmas heart She longed...

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